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Tuesday Night Throwdown; April 4, 2006
Topic Started: Apr 4 2006, 11:27 PM (149 Views)
Lita Maivia
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An unnamed mid sized wrestler in white trunks stands in the ring as Rick Sullivan charges the ring slowly followed by Cookie carrying a microphone.

Cookie “TURN OFF THEM COMINATORS!!! TURN THEM COMMINATROS OFF!!! I DOIN’ THE COMINATIN’!!!”

As Sullivan reaches the ring he slides face first into the ring, his opponent slides out of the ring. Sullivan gets to his feet and follows the young man to the outside, ignoring any objection from the referee. The young man looks over his shoulder and jogs away from Sullivan around the ring, his distracted attention leads him into a mic shot by the suit clad Cookie.

"BAM!!"

Cookie "HOW THAT TASTE!?! HOW THAT TASTE!?!"

Sullivan catches up to the downed man and proceeds to lay into him with brutal stomps to the face.

Cookie "GET THAT SUCKA!! GET THAT!! GET THAT!!"

Sullivan grabs the young man by the face and hair and jerks him up to his feet then over his shoulder. He pauses only a second before charging at the ring steps driving the young man’s back into the steel stairs with a thud, dislodging the stairs. Cookie walks over to the downed young man and shouts..

C "YOUR ASS GONNA NEED A KIRO-PRATOR!! YOUR ASS GONNA NEED TWO OF 'EM!!, TWO OF 'EM!!"

Sullivan jerks the young man up by his hair again and tosses him into the ring, following after him. The ref marks the start of the match by calling for and receiving a bell. Sullivan mounts his opponent and drives a clenched right first into the man's forehead, with his teeth clenched he drives several more into the head of the young man, producing a small cut on his forehead. Satisfied he pops up to his feet and begins stomping away at the head of the man, being overpowered the young man is forced to ball up and try to cover his head but leave his back exposed. Seeing that his opponent is still capable of thrashing, Sullivan drops down to all fours and applies a ferocious right handed choke to the young man causing him to trash about, and causing the ref to begin an irrelevant five count, ending at three when Sullivan pops back up to his feet. Sullivan wastes no time in dragging the guy up to his feet, but the young man does not act as he is supposed to and clenches both hands around the back of Sullivan's neck, places his head underneath Sullivan's jaw, and drops his weigh, in a powerful jawbreaker. Instead of releasing his grip the kid gets back to both his feet and drops his weight again, this time releasing and sending Sullivan to his back.

C "DON'T TAKE THAT!! DON'T TAKE THAT!!! WHOOP HIS ASS!!"

Both men rise to their feet quickly, the man in white trunks only a second faster, he uses this second to put his hands up in a boxer's stance, signaling he may have some punching ability. Sullivan steps towards his opponent and receives a solid straight right hand, upon impact a loud THUD echoes through the arena, the punch rocks Sullivan back a step but Sullivan steps forward again and receives similar treatment. Seeing that his opponent is rocked and has left his jaw open, the man in white trunks leaps into the air and lands a loud dropkick to the jaw of Sullivan, sending him to the ground. Both men pause on the ground, white trunks trying to shake the hurt out of his body from the earlier assault, Sullivan on his knees and elbows holding his jaw.

C "GET UP!!! DON'T TAKE THAT!! GET THE FUCK UP!!!"

Both men get to their feet after being on the ground only a few seconds, this time Sullivan is the man to his feet first, he takes advantage of this with a vicious toe kick to the mid section and follows up with a left side front head lock and slams his crumpled right fist into the young man's side a couple of times. Satisfied with his punches, Sullivan ducks under the man's left arm and delivers a powerful snap suplex.

C "THAT ONE HELL OF A SNAPPING SUPLEX!!!"

Sullivan grabs the man by the hair and jerks him to his feet, not releasing his hair, Sullivan jerks the kid towards him and headbutts him in the face dropping the man to his knees. Sullivan jerks him up to his feet again, by his hair, and punches him hard in the stomach doubling him over. With his opponent defenseless, Sullivan grasps the young man with both hands under the jaw, he then steps on the kid's feet and drops his bodyweight only to pop his hips a second later, focusing all of his hard earned strength on jerking the kid's neck upwards, the intensity in his face is absolute as he tries to tear the kid's head off. The kid immediately and frantically taps out on Sullivan's sides with both hands, causing the ref to jump in and knock Sullivan off balance, and forcing him to release the hold. Sullivan quickly walks over to Cookie and yells "mic!"

C "YOU WANT THIS!! YOU WANT THIS!! YOU TELL THEM!! TELL THEM!!"

Cookie tosses the mic into the ring, and Sullivan immediately snatches it up and yells into it very slowly..

Sullivan "LET'S!!! FIGHT!!! AGAIN!!!"

Sullivan drops the microphone and turns back towards the young man but the ref stops him in mid transit.

C "THEY HAVIN' ANOTHER!!! IT'S COOL REF!!! IT'S COOL!!! THEY HAVING ANOTHER!!!"

Sullivan uses the only persuasion style he possesses, violence, and grabs a hold of the ref's arm and whips him into the turnbuckle face first, sending him to the ground. With the ref out of the way, Sullivan is free to attack the kid again. Sullivan delivers a brutal stomp to the head of the downed young man, then bends down and applies the camel clutch, the young man out cold and doing nothing to fight back.

C "SHSHSHSHSHSHADES OF THE IRON SHIEK!!!! SHSHADES OF THE IRON SHSHSHSHSHIEK!!!"

Seeing the disturbance in the ring, eight security guards are sent to the ring. They slowly and methodically walk to the ring.

C "IT’S COOL GUYS!! IT COOL!! THEY HAVIN' ANOTHER MATCH!!!"

The men ignore Cookie and proceed to the ring, after a brief struggle, the out manned and out muscled Sullivan is dragged from the ring, followed by Cookie making sure Sullivan's blows did not land in vain.

C "WE COMIN' BACK!!! WE COMING BACK!!! AND YOU'D BETTER BE HOPIN' HE AIN'T ANGRY!!! YOU'D BETTER GET HOPIN!!!"
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[align=center]Rolling Suicide[/align]

The sound of drum sticks clicking together is heard, and Daron Malakian’s guitar part kicks in as System of a Down’s “Chop Suey!” accompanies the images flashing on the screen, in time with the rhythm. Images of Madison Lee, Kennedy, Swytch, Kailey Lane, Dante Coles, Ragin', and Jim O'Brien all appear on the screen, as the drum beat becomes louder, and the riff escalates!

[align=center]Wake Up![/align]

Madison Lee stares down the camera, raising her chin defiantly.

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Swytch yanks the steel chair from the referee's hands as Kennedy tries again to reclaim her feet. Tony Clarke moves up on Swytch JUST AS HE BLASTS KENNEDY IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,

*Whispered* Hide the scars to fade away the…
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Kailey sprints off the ropes, purposely right where Madison is, SMACKING THE GM WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Madison goes flying off the apron and crashes to the floor at ringside! Kailey runs at Nadia as the Russian is climbing back up! Kailey takes Nadia over with a headscissors-- NO! Kailey spins all the way around and BRINGS NADIA DOWN WITH A DDT!!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table,

Here ya go create another fable!
[/align]

The cage suddenly ignites as Swytch flips away, setting the entire structure ablaze! Swytch completes his split-legged moonsault thanks to the longer fall and COLLIDES with Tier, GRINDING his body into the thumbtacks!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
[/align]

Kendra spins her opponent around, hooks her up and THROWS HER OVER HER HEAD WITH A WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
[/align]

Graver moves toward April and plunks her on the top rope in a sitting position before he himself climbs to the second rope, standing her up and grabbing her around the neck. Unfortunately, this “Big BAM!” never happens, as April shoves Graver off and he stumbles to the mat. He turns around, pissed-off, but it doesn’t last as April CAREENS off the top rope and DRIVES HIS FACE INTO THE MAT WITH A BULLDOG!!

[align=center]You wanted to!

Why dya leave the keys upon the table?
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Swytch runs at Maclay just as he spins around, then jumps onto his shoulders BUT MACLAY DUCKS HIS HEAD DOWN!! MACLAY STANDS UP HANGING SWYTCH DOWN HIS BACK AND HOOKS SWYTCH’S LEGS UP!! Maclay lets out a bestial cry AND STEPS OFF THE WALKWAY… BUT THE CROWD EXPLODES AS SWYTCH GRABS HOLD OF THE WALKWAY AND MACLAY CRASHES DOWN ASS FIRST ON THE CANVAS!!

[align=center]You wanted to![/align]

The music slows down, as a slow-mo image of Kennedy's foot connecting with Dante's head in a JFK is shown.

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

Alex spins him around, boots Loon in the midsection and DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING KI-KRUSHER MANEUVER! Alex pops back up to his feet, raising his arms in the air

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/align]

The riff increases in volume again, as John Dolmayan batters the sh*t out of his drumkit!

At the exact same time as Kailey is dodging Natalya, Ragin’ steps between the ropes. Kailey turns quickly almost bumping into Ragin’ and their eyes meet. The steel chair swings, seemingly in slow motion to all who are watching. His eyes never leave Kailey, her face scrunching up to brace for the impact. But it never comes. She opens her eyes as she hears the loud crack and the ‘ohhhhh!’ from the fans. She turns to see Natalya laying flat out moments after the sickening impact.

Even with the mask on, you know Oni's gotta be smiling ear to ear with that manuever. He raises a fist to the air, nodding in self appreciation of his work. He grabs ahold of Shannon and brings him to his feet. He scoops Shannon up INTO AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER!

Swytch rears back with the steel chair, aiming at Kennedy's head and CRACKS STEEL AGAINST STEEL AS KENNEDY DUCKS ASIDE! The steel chair clatters to the ringside mats as Swytch's hands throb from the impact! Kennedy leaps up onto the steel steps and jumps onto Swytch's shoulders, DRIVING HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR WITH A HURRACANRANA!

[align=center]ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wake Up!

*Whispered* Wake up
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Dante climbs up to his feet and pulls Ragin’ up, tucking his head between his legs. Kailey is on the floor, screaming at Dante to get back in the ring. Dante looks down at her and that’s a mistake BECAUSE RAGIN’ RISES UP SENDING DANTE OVER WITH A BACKDROP AND CRASHING BACK DOWN THROUGH THE JAPANESE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup[/align]

Remy runs toward Rick almost from behind AND HE PLANTS HIS LEG AND WHACKS RICK ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!

Ninja scribbles on his sign on the top rope before holding it up for all to see… "DANGEROUS~~!!!" The crowd go crazy as Melanie turns around just in time for Ninja perform a SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HER!! Both crash to the canvas, Ninja on top and Melanie on the bottom!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup[/align]

Dante thinks quickly and drives the point of his elbow between Hype’s shoulder blades!! He rehooks the arm THEN DRAGS HYPE OVER THE LADDER AND DRIVES HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE FLOOR!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table[/align]

Jim hits a knee into his opponent's midsection, escaping the chancerie. Jim swiftly gets behind, locking in a double chickenwing AND WITH GREAT STRENGTH and FORCE, JIM LAUNCHES THE OPPONENT WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! THE OPPONENT LANDS HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS AT A SICK, SICK ANGLE!

[align=center]Here ya go create another fable!

You wanted to!
[/align]

Maclay gets to his feet and pulls Swytch up. He ducks his head down and lifts Swytch up draping him down his back. Maclay’s lips curl into a grin as he hangs onto Swytch’s leg, but Swytch digs down and tries to fight back. He straightens his back and tries to punch Maclay in the back, but that only angers the beast further. Maclay tries to get Swytch back into position but Swytch snaps his torso down FLIPPING MACLAY AROUND AND DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK WITH A FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!!

[align=center]Grab a brush and put a little makeup

You wanted to!
[/align]

Once Graver is at a steady enough vertical base, APRIL LEAPS FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND CONNECTS WITH A SOMERSAULT SEATED SENTON PN GRAVER!

[align=center]Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup

You wanted to!
[/align]

Dante bounces off the far ropes and rushes back across the ring THEN LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES THROUGH MACLAY AND THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR!!

[align=center]Why dya leave the keys upon the table

You wanted to!
[/align]

Kennedy bounces off the ropes and leaps up and spins around going into a wheel barrow position. She pushes off the canvas and grabs Ragin’ around the head, but he ducks his head out of her grasp and sits out PLANTING KENNEDY FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!!

[align=center]I don’t think you trust, in, my, self righteous suicide…[/align]

With Dante standing on shakily, Maclay ducks his head down between Dante’s legs. He starts to rise but gets a forearm shot in his kidneys! Dante raises his arm up AND HAMMERS ANOTHER SHOT TO MACLAY’S KIDNEYS!! The Essex Beast falters a bit and Dante hooks him around the waist then hoists Maclay up AND POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!

[align=center] I, cry, when angels deserve to dieeeeeeeeeeeee, in, my self righteous suicide…..[/align]

Kailey runs in and butts the extinguisher into Nadia's stomach, doubling her over! Kailey throws the extinguisher aside before shoving Nadia's head between her legs. Kailey glances out into the crowd before hoisting Nadia up in a Crucifix! Kailey sits out DROPPING NADIA FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CRUCIFIX REVERSE FACE DRIVER!!

[align=center]…I cry, when angels deserve to Die.[/align]

The riff perks up again… BAMMM!!!!!!! THE COMMENTATORS GASP FOR AIR AS DANTE LIFTS JIM UP BY HIS OWN ARM AND HIS BRITCHES, CAUSING JIM TO RELIEVE SOME OF THE PAIN AS DANTE SPINS AND DROPS JIM RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE SICKEST FUCKING FALL FROM GRACE YOU’VE EVER FUCKING SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Snatching Onikage by his leather mask Jim runs his thumb across his throat and shouts out “BURNING! HAMMER!” The fans go into frenzy as Jim lifts Onikage up onto his shoulders and sets him up. The Monster of TNT walks around with Onikage on his shoulders for a few seconds to allow each side of the arena to see it. He then drives Onikage skull first into the canvas with the Burning Hammer!

Maclay pulls Swytch into a side headlock and starts to climb the ladder, dragging Swytch up behind him. Step by step, rung by rung, Maclay pulls Swytch toward the top of the ladder. Maclay reaches the second to top step, carefully sharing half of it with Swytch. Maclay ducks his head down… and tucks his head between Swytch’s legs… Maclay starts to rise up… BUT SWYTCH FLIPS HIS LEGS AROUND AND GRABS MACLAY AROUND THE NECK, DRAGGING HIM OFF THE LADDER AND DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT!!

The riff continues, until it stops dead, and the fans can be heard to cheering in the background, as the TNT Logo flashes up on the screen…


[align=center]Posted Image[/align]

…Suddenly, the camera switches to the arena, THOUSANDS of Pyro’s are going off everywhere, and TNT is underway!!! Chop Suey! Blares all around the arena once more, as the camera switches to the announce team.

JH: Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to the final TNT before Anarchy In The UK! I am Jonathan Hitchen, alongside my broadcast partner Thomas Moore and this is TNT!

TM: I cannot wait for Anarchy In The UK, Jonathan. It's only four days away now!

JH: In four days the Dual Crown will be decided in a Double Jeopardy featuring the top superstars in TNT today. But tonight, we've got one final pit stop before the big show. And the Cruiserweight contender is going to be crowned.

TM: Winner gets first dibs on April after Remy beats her this Sunday at Anarchy In The UK.

JH: You don't have to make it sound crude, Thomas. And we don't know if Remy's even willing to fight April this Sunday.

TM: Whatever. Alex Evans is gonna demolish Shannon Micheals, again, and Chris Love on his return to the ring to once again become the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship and this time, he'll take what's his!

JH: These are all your fantasy results. We'll see if they come true tonight and then this Sunday at Anarchy In The UK. Right now, we've got our first contest of the night. Sam Kinloch is making her in-ring return tonight!

Cult of Personality bursts through the PA and as the drums kick in, Loon makes his way out, with a big smile. He jumps into the air as red pyros go BOOM! and he runs down the wooden catwalk and over the ropes and into the ring. He climbs up on the upper-right turnbuckle and raises his hands as the crowd roars. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, to the same cheap pop. He then hops down, loosens his neck, and turns to the stage.

MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds; from Milan, Illinois-- LOOOOONNN TWO-POINT-FIIIIVVVEE!!!!

JH: Loon’s coming off that loss to Shannon Micheals in a Fatal Four-Way a couple weeks ago. Has to be looking for a victory here tonight.

TM: I don’t envy him. Knowing who he’s gonna be throwing down with tonight.

JH: From the promos leading up to this match, I’d wager Loon might be more scared of Sam than you are.

Fading in from the chorus, Rob Zombie's new rock n' roll hit jams to life.

[align=center]We all pray for 20 innocents
We all bow down - 20 innocents
We all hang high - 20 innocents
We all accused 20 innocents
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The lights flicker out, then back on; Sam Kinloch smiling evilly onstage. The end of the goody-two-shoes American witch struts down to the ring, smirking at the FIW fans before entering through the ropes.

[align=center]Do you wanna know where their dreams come from?
Some showed the faith and some showed none.
Do you wanna know where their dreams come from?
Some showed the faith and some showed none.
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The lights suddenly cut again, Sam center-ring. The music hits its eerie interlude, and as the guitar rocks back in, the lights above spark and pop, returning to life as Sam leans into her corner, waiting the beginning of the match.

MA: His opponent, now residing outside of Mission, Texas… SAM KINLOOOOCCKKKK!!

JH: Sam Kinloch making her return to Tuesday Night Throwdown here tonight. As we saw in the previous weeks, this isn’t the same woman we previously had with us.

TM: I’m missing that Sam Kinloch. I don’t think I like the real Sam Kinloch.

JH: Do you need to be excused, Thomas?

TM: Can I be?

Loon rushes forward, the bell signaling the start of the match as Sam side-steps her opponent, sending him face first into the canvas with a drop toe-hold! A split second later she is back on her feet thanks to a kip up, sending a soccer kick in Loon’s ribs! He spirals along the mat, landing on his back.

JH: Loon, trying to get the jump on Sam. I’m guessing he wants to end this as quickly as possible.

TM: Didn’t work. She used her witchy powers to predict his moves.

JH: I seriously doubt she can do that, Thomas. She’s just got good reflexes.

TM: Probably enhanced with some witchy spell.

Sam sits Loon up, kicking him in the spine before dropping to a knee and slapping a sleeper hold on the superface. The crowd immediately get all over Sam, not literally, because Loon is a superface. Weren’t you paying attention? Sam, however, couldn’t care less as she squeezes the air out of Loon. She starts caring though when the cheers of the crowd seem to rally life into Loon, allowing the superface to fight to his feet. Loon fires elbow after elbow into Sam’s stomach until he gets some breathing room. He managed to grab her arm and counter into a simple hammerlock.

TM: Probably the most technical move I’ve ever seen from Loon. You think he’s been watching tapes?

JH: I think Loon’s had that applied to him enough to figure out how to pull it off.

Sam tries to elbow Loon in the face but he’s surprisingly one step ahead of her, dodging the blow. She tries to reach between her legs to get his but again, Loon is a step ahead. Sam reaches back, grabbing Loon around the neck before leaping into the air, dropping down on her side as she snapmares Loon across the ring!

JH: Impressive snapmare counter from a hammerlock.

TM: Did you see that?! Witchy levitating skills!

JH: Thomas, I think you’re looking for paranormal where there’s just normal. It was a great counter.

Loon scrambles back to his feet but a low dropkick from Sam puts him back down on the canvas. Loon crawls to his heads and knees but Sam is up first and runs at him, soccer kicking him right in the face! With Loon having sailed backwards onto his backside, Sam finally backs off her opponent. Hands at her sides, she smirks with total control. The crowd continue to verbally punish the Wicca, but Sam couldn’t be happier with the current situation.

JH: I certainly don’t remember Sam being this arrogant.

TM: Witchy arrogance!

JH: Shut up, Thomas.

Sam turns back to the contest at hand, just as Loon summons a burst of energy, barreling at Sam NEARLY SPEARING HER IN HALF AS THEY BOTH TUMBLE THROUGH THE ROPES AND INTO A HEAP ON THE FLOOR!!

JH: Oh My God! Loon just gored into Sam!

TM: It’s not a Gore. That’s already taken! It’s Within A Mile Of Home! But I don’t think he or Sam are at home on the floor out there.

Loon gets to his feet first, Sam holding her stomach as she fights to take in a single breath. Loon grabs her by the back of her pants and her hair, tossing her back in under the bottom rope! Loon leaps onto the apron, spring boarding off the top rope and NAILING A 450 SPLASH RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS!!!

JH: A springboard 450 Splash! But Sam rolls out of the way just in the nick of time!

TM: It was a nice try though. But that’s why they call those floppy things high-risk!

Sam, holding her stomach, makes her way over to Loon who seems to be favoring the same body part now. Grabbing a handful of his dreadlocks, Sam drags his head up and SPANKS HIM ACROSS THE JAW WITH A SLAP! She continues to slap him over and over again before sending a boot square into his stomach! She whips him off the ropes-- No. Loon counters the whip, pulling Sam across his shoulders!

TM: Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums!! *takes deep breath*

JH: You gonna be okay, Thomas?

TM: Whew. I feel like I just read the entire Bible.

Loon runs with Sam on his shoulders but the Wicca slips off just in time, landing on her feet behind him! She quickly leaps onto his back, reapplying the sleeper hold! Loon attempts to fight it off but is quickly taken down to one knee… then both. Sam grits her teeth as she synchs it in tighter, watching the man struggle to get a breath.

JH: Sam is going back to that submission attempt. I wonder if she’s trying to make a big return here tonight with a submission victory.

TM: That’d certainly solidify her as a threat. Taking down a near two-hundred pound man with a submission. But then again, what do you expect--

JH: Witchy submission skills. Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Loon slumps to the mat, Sam still holding the sleeper in tight as Michaela moves to check on the man. She signals to the timekeeper before lifting Loon’s arm into the air. She lets go and… it drops. The crowd is worried. They murmur worriedly. Michaela lifts his arm again before releasing it… it drops again. The crowd is frantic. Surely it will drop again, yes? Michaela lifts his arm one final time… oh, the suspense is killing me!

JH: If Loon’s arm falls yet again, Sam Kinloch will win this contest.

TM: It’s gonna fall! I can feel it!

Michaela releases Loon’s arm and… IT FALLS! About half way down before Loon’s hand closes into a tight fist and life surges back through him! He fights up to a knee, Sam refusing to let go as the crowd goes crazy for the loveable loon! He pushes up to his feet, Sam still refusing to let go! Loon runs in a circle and FLINGS Sam off his back!

JH: You just can’t keep a good Loon down!

TM: This is amazing! I’ve never seen anyone recover from the dreaded hand lift thingie!

JH: Thomas, drop it.

TM: Oh my God! Her witchy powers has made me uncontrollably sarcastic!

Loon juts his arms out at his sides, screaming out to the crowd as they scream it back in unison with him, “I KICK YOU!” Sam is oblivious, tries to reclaim her feet when Loon swings his leg and CRACKS THE RETURNING SUPERSTAR WITH A KARATE KICK TO THE HEAD!

JH: Good God! Sam’s gonna be feeling that one tomorrow!

TM: I think she’s feeling it now!

“I AM A BADASS MOTHERFUKCER AM I NOT?!” Loon once again screams in unison with the Loon-lovers in attendance tonight. He storms back over to Sam, who has managed to collect herself enough to meet Loon with a fist right into his stomach! Sam shakes her head clear before slipping up onto Loon’s shoulders, electric chair-style. She spins herself around, driving Loon’s head into the canvas with a spinning hurracanrana!

JH: A spiral rana from Sam!

TM: How’d she pull that off after the I Kick You from Loon?

JH: Witchy powers?

TM: *gasp* They do exist!

Grabbing Loon by the wrist, Sam drags him up vertical, wrenching his arm before placing a boot in his stomach! She grabs him in a front facelock and PLANTS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT! She quickly covers!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!


NOO! LOON KICKS OUT!
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JH: Sam nearly had it one with the Khem Raqs Sharqi!

TM: Keyword: nearly! Loon isn’t going down that easy.

JH: You call that DDT easy?

TM: She made a huge mistake dropping Loon on his head. You can’t damage him that way.

Sam makes her way over to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top as Loon believes he’s given a moment to lick his wounds. Climbing back to his feet, he turns around just as Sam comes off the ropes with a dropkick! No! Loon catches her feet, dropping her back first into the canvas! He falls backwards, tossing Sam face-first into the canvas with a slingshot!

JH: Maybe you’re right. Or maybe Loon’s acting on instinct now! Desperately wanting this victory tonight.

TM: I’ll give it to Loon. He’s putting up a fight tonight but he’s at a disadvantage. Sam’s got a higher power with her tonight.

JH: Isn’t that angle on another show?

TM: I’m not talking about God! I’m talking about Satan!

Loon gets back to his feet just as Sam rolls over onto her back, holding her jaw in agony. Loon sees his opportunity and sprints at the ropes, spring boarding off the second rope and corkscrewing through the air RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS AS SAM ROLLS ASIDE AGAIN!

JH: The Loonsault misses!

TM: Sam has really got Loon’s number tonight!

Loon holds his stomach, climbing up to one knee as Sam runs off the ropes. Before Loon can even fully re-claim his footing, Sam runs at him and CRACKS HIM IN THE FACE WITH A BICYCLE KICK!

JH: The Karmic Kick! Or at least a modified version.

TM: Her witchy powers let her hit it from anywhere!

JH: Of course.

Sam goes into the cover, hooking Loon’s leg!


[align=center]ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!
[/align]


MA: Here is your winner, SAM KIIINNNLLLLOOOOCCCKKKK!!!

JH: Sam did it! A victory in her return match here on TNT!

TM: Couldn’t have happened to a scarier woman.

JH: Well, I won’t deny she’s intimidating.

Sam gets back to her feet, Michaela raising the Wicca’s hand as she eyes Loon with a satisfied smirk on her face. Sam backs to the ropes, her gaze not leaving Loon until she exit’s the ring and heads up the walkway, her smirk remaining a constant as the fans jeer her for daring to defeat one of their favorite superstars.

JH: Well, Loon lives to fight another day.

TM: It what he does best.

JH: I tell you, he put up a great fight tonight. I think Sam underestimated him a bit due to their past in another federation tonight but if they meet again, I don’t think Sam’ll be so quick to do that again.

TM: Loon almost had this match one at a couple spots. That crazy spear to the floor? An I Kick You? If he had hit at least one of his springboard moves, I think Sam would’ve been done.

JH: I think Sam knows that as well. She avoided both attempts from Loon and she got lucky tonight. If it was indeed luck.

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The sky outside the NEC Arena in Birmingham, England is gray and gloomy. A fine mist falls on everyone and everything. Even so, a crowd has gathered, umbrellas interlocking to form a makeshift barrier from the elements. Peering through the masses, the camera soon zooms in on Kailey, looking warm in her dark wool coat and jeans. A genuine smile is on her face and her twinkling eyes show out from under her hat as she signs autographs, poses for pictures, and laughs with the people that surround her.

A small blonde man known to TNT fans as Toby Bostock excuses and pardon me's his way through to the middle of the crowd. Whipping a microphone out of his pocket, Toby flicks the live mic up in front of his mouth.


Toby Bostock: Toby Bostock here, standing outside in the light rain amidst a crowd of well wishers. Who have these people come to see and wish their best? None other than Kailey Lane, one of FIW's top Ladies. She who may well be the Dual Crown Champion come April ninth.

The fans nearest Toby go nuts, whooping and clapping. After posing for one more picture, Kailey grins at the cheering fans and then looks to Toby, awaiting the questions she knows are coming.

Toby: So Kailey, how about this? You are up for the Dual Crown Championship! Did you ever think this would happen?

Toby flicks the mic to Kailey's mouth, but the fans begin to cheer again, drowning out Kailey's attempt to reply. Toby drops the mic and chuckles a bit as they wait for the noise to die down enough for Kailey to answer the question. Kailey soon finds the mic again in her face though she has to speak loudly over the remaining din of whoops and chatter.

Kailey: Well, I am going to have to say no, I never expected it.

Toby pulls the mic back to his face.

Toby: Is that because you only returned to FIW in the first place to help Kennedy fend off Nadia and then Ragin'?

Kailey's eyes darken a little at the mention of those names.

Kailey: Exactly, Toby.

Toby: I know you are greatly concerned about Kennedy's well-being. At least Nadia is gone from the picture.

Kailey: As far as I am concerned, the battlefield has simply changed and the enemy has a new face. A more twisted and maniacal face, for sure, but Swytch is going to learn that you can't always get what you want... nor keep what you have.

Toby: What about Ragin'? Rumor has it that he may have been the one who snuck in on you at the gym. Any ideas as to why he would want to do that?

Some boos are heard from the crowd as well as a few cat calls.
Seems they are thinking that whomever it was in the gym, they were a lucky SOB.


Kailey: Why does Ragin' do anything that he does? I imagine only his new boyfriend, Aleksander, and that gnat, Natalya know for sure. Whatever the reason, he will learn I won't be touched by his hands like that ever again.

A sudden shiver from Kailey causes Toby to give her a questioning glance. Kailey shrugs it off, giving him a reassuring smile, but the smile is only skin deep. Even as the sound of her own voice had reached her ears, a cold chill had run down her spine. The laughter of the fans can't seem to drown out Kammie's words that are still ringing in her head as if in argument. With Toby looking worried about her, Kailey nods for the interviewer to continue.

Toby: Well, Ragin' certainly had his hands on Dante last week. Does the fact that those two have it in for each other help you?

Kailey: Of course it does! I say let the dogs kill each other! Dante deserves no better than to be stomped under foot. It would be perfect, don't you agree? Traitor vs. Betrayer. Works for me! It will be two less for me to have to deal with. Two less men in the world.

Toby's eyes grow wide at that last comment. Being a consummate reporter, he MUST go digging for more.

Toby: Kailey, you do realize that you may end up against any one of the three men? It sounds like you are aiming for Swytch. so obviously, the thought of wearing the belts hasn't completely escaped your mind.

Kailey shakes her head and leans into the mic.

Kailey: No, the belts are not what I am after. They are trivial compared to finding Kennedy.

Toby looks shocked. Puzzled, he digs deeper.

Toby: So you are saying that the belts don't matter? What matters is finding Kennedy? And this because a woman who was your friend, and then became your worst enemy, is being held by Swytch?

Kailey nods to a completely confused Toby.

Kailey: That is what I mean, Toby. No matter what combination begins the dance, it will no doubt turn into a confusing mass of legs and arms anyway.

Wrapping her arm around Toby as if they were fast friends, Kailey leans her head so the sides of their foreheads touch. Her eyes cut over to his at an angle and she grins mischeviously.

Kailey: You see Toby, next Sunday, the men are going to learn it is a Ladies' World, Kailey Style!!

The fans return to cheering and whooping, drowning out Toby's final words to the camera. He stands facing the camera with a cheesy smile on his face as the view pans to show Kailey is back signing autographs, laughing and talking to the fans.

JH: Kailey Lane, even with everything going on around her, still making time for the fans. She'd make a great Dual Crown Champion, in my opinion.

TM: Not as great as Dante. But that's my opinion. And my opinion's better than yours 'cuz I say so!

FIW fades up from black revealing Rick Sullivan and Cookie in a McDonalds’ parking lot. Rick Sullivan is wearing his black boots and black trunks as if ready for a match. Cookie is in an expensive brown suit and wearing a headset. Without warning Sullivan stomps over to the door and jerks it hard...into his foot, causing the door to open about a foot, while Cookie makes the introductions in his slow, harsh voice.

Cookie:"We here to show you what one day in the life of Rick Sullivan is like. We gonna go grab some chow..."

Cookie looks over his shoulder to see Sullivan get angry at the door and start slamming it repeatedly into the wall.

Sullivan:"RRR!! DON'T TRY TRIP ME!!!"

Cookie:"SHOW THAT!!! DON'T TAKE SHIT FROM THAT!!!"

Sullivan uses all of his bodyweight to slam the door in the wall a finial time, this time releasing the glass from the door all over the sidewalk. Satisfied with his revenge Sullivan steps into the 'restaurant.'

Cookie:"LET'S GO CAMERA BITCH!!! We gonna, We gonna go grab some chow now."

Cookie hustles to follow Sullivan, who is in turn followed by the camera man. As they both enter the building they see that Sullivan has already found his way to the front of the line and is politely placing his order to the terrified 16 year old girl behind the counter.

Sullivan:"GIVE!! ME!!! 15 CHEESEBURGERS!!! NOWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

Cookie:"YEAH!! AND THROW IN A COUPLE FRIES!!! AND GET HURRIN!!"

The other customers in "line" all stair in disbelieve, that a crazed man would run to the front of the line and demand food, but everyone seems to be smart enough to roll with the blows, less they wish to receive more. To young girl's credit she quickly hands over a bag filled with cheeseburgers and softly inquires about payment.

Little girl:Ummmm, that will be thirteen, fifteen?"

Cookie steps to the front of the line and tosses a twenty down on the counter. With his prize in hand, Sullivan stomps over to a nearby table and throws the bag down on it, the current occupants of the table stare up in disbelief, into the cold eyes of Rick Sullivan.

Sullivan:"GET!!! UP!!! NOWWWWWWWW!!"

The occupants waste little time in making room for the feral beast that is Rick Sullivan. The four of them grab their food and quick move to an empty table few feet away.

Cookie:"YEAH!!THAT RIGHT!! THAT RIGHT!! YOU BETTER LISTEN TO HIS ASS!!!"

Sullivan wastes no time in forcefully sitting down in one of the provided chairs. Due to his force the chair lets out a cry, but all is in vain as Sullivan pays it little attention. He greedily and quickly dumps out the back of cheeseburgers, causing them to spill out over the table.

Cookie: "THAT'S RIGHT!!! YOU SHOW THEM!!!! YOU SHOW THEM WHO BOSS!!!"

Sullivan quickly removes the wrappings of a burger and bites away half of it and chews for only a second before spitting it on the ground, and follows up by throwing the rest on the floor.

Sullivan:"RRRRR!!! NASTY!!!"

Sullivan quickly gets up to his feet and plants a powerful stomp onto the offending food, everyone in the building immediately looks over and stares blankly at the scene unfolding before them.

Cookie: "DON'T TAKE SHIT FROM THAT!!! STOMP THAT BURGER!!! YOU STOMP THAT BURGER!!!"

Further encouraged by Cookie, Sullivan grabs a hold of the table and uses it for balance as he plants several more stomps on the burger, effectively grinding it into the tile floor. Momentarily satisfied Sullivan stops his stomping and walks over to a nearby gawkier and rips a drink container out of their hand before slamming in onto the table and blowing hard into the straw.

Cookie: "THAT'S RIGHT!! YOU BLOW THEM BUBBLES!!! BLOW THEM BUBBLES!!"

Done blowing bubbles, Sullivan turns around to go back to stomping but finds that the situation has changed mildly. Standing only a few inches away from the stomped burger is an employee, wearing a manager’s suit and wearing an expression of concern.

Manager: "Is there a problem here?"

Sullivan quickly points to the cause of the problem, the offending cheeseburger, and explains in a simple word.

Sullivan: "NASTY!!!"

Cookie: "YOU TELL THAT SUCKA!!! YOU TELL ‘EM!!"

The manager is slightly shaken by suck direct treatment, but tires to gain control of the situation.

Manager: "I am sorry but..."

After realizing that his point of view was not fully understood, Sullivan quickly thinks of a remedy, he grabs a hold of the manager’s arm and throws him face first to the ground, then mounts him and applies a powerful camel clutch.

Sullivan: "RRRRRRRRR!!!! TAP OUT!!!"

Cookie: "CAMEL CLUTCH!!! CAMEL CLUTCH!!!! SHSHSHSHSHADES OF THE IRON SHSHSHSHIEK!!"

Not understanding what had just happened in those few brief seconds, nor understanding the 'tap out' portion of the conversation, the manager is left with only one action, scream like a stuck pig, which he takes a moment to do.

manager: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH"

Sullivan: "RRRRRRR!!!! TAP!!! TAP!!!"

Cookie: "THAT'S RIGHT!!! YOU SHOW HIM!!! YOU SHOW THAT SUCKA!!!!"

After expertly applying the hold for a couple of seconds straight, Sullivan remembers the original purpose of this conversation and grabs a hold of the downed cheeseburger, while maintaining the hold with one hand. Sullivan then forcefully allows the manager to sample the crushed and spit out burger by forcefully jamming it into the man's mouth.

Cookie: "YOU SHOW THAT SUCKA!!! YOU SHOW THAT SUCKA!!!!"

In the background the faint sound of sirens are blaring in the distance.

Cookie: "WE GOTTA GET LEAVIN!! THEM POLICIN' OFFICERS COMIN'!!! THEM POLICIN' OFFICERS!!!"

Sullivan: "I DRIVIN!!"

Sullivan rams the manager's face into the ground before quickly poping to his feet and rushing toward the exit leaving Cookie and the camera man scrambling to follow.

The camera fades back onto the announcer's table, showing to stunned commentators.

TM: What the hell was that?

JH: I think that was TNT's newest signing, Rick Sullivan.

TM: We don't have enough freaks around here with Jim and Swytch, we gotta add another one? Sheesh.

JH: Well, regardless, ladies and gentlemen we managed to catch up with Remy Barteaux earlier in the week. He didn't talk much about his match with April this Sunday at Anarchy In The UK but we did get a startling announcement concerning the match. Watch this.

In a hotel somewhere in Manchester, England, we find a rare sight indeed for these shores, a jetlagged Cajun. Remy Barteaux meanders through the corridor, one bag over his shoulder and one under each eye, though his shades are doing their best to hide them. He runs a hand through his scraggly, dirty blonde locks as his mind wanders to his forthcoming match, or more precisely, his opponent therein. An audible groan departs his lips, though whether it’s at the thought of having to fight April, or simply due to his body being six hours behind is unknown to all but himself.

Whatever the reason for his distraction it causes him to stop two steps too late and he must backtrack to find his door. He roots around in his pocket and pulls out a slab of wood, at least five times bigger then the keys their attached to. As he raises it to the lock, a friendly British voice catches his ear.

???: Evening neighbour.

Remy tilts his head to the side, ready to brush off this chirpy local, but instead he finds himself frozen by the sight. He reaches up and nudges his glasses down his nose, peering over them with disdain.

Remy: What, in da name of all dhat’s holy are you doing here?

Riggs: Now that’s a laugh, you invoking all that’s holy? Pull the other one, mate, it’s got bells on.

The Cajun’s bag slips from his shoulder and drops heavily to the carpeted floor. His shades are snapped from his face and he marches toward the slimy limy with menace and anger written upon his face.

Remy: Ah travel half way round dha world an’ Ah still can’t shake you.

He stops as something catches his eye. A set of keys in Riggs’ hand, hotel keys, much like his own but belonging to the door he now finds himself beside.

Remy: You’re staying here? Stefan send you ta spy on me?

Riggs: What would make you jump so such a conclusion? This is my home country after all, I might be here visiting me folks for all you know.

A moment of silence as Remy glares unimpressed at the wannabe gangster’s excuse.

Riggs: Alright, you got me, this is strictly a business trip. But don’t go getting all uppity at me, I’ve got far more right to be here then some Frenchy American piece of gutter trash. In fact I’m surprised they let you into the country.

Remy sneers down at the creepy little bastard, his fist clenching as much it can round the clunky wooden key chain. He raises a hand, but stays it as one of the maids wanders past with a trolley of towels and other sundries, eyeing them curiously.

Remy: Jus’ what’s dha plan here, Riggs? You shadow me around, put on ya best calmly menacing voice an’ remind me over and over again dhat if Ah don’t win against April dhen dha boss man’s gonna get all cranky? Ah already seen dhat ep, Riggs, Ah don’t be needing no rerun.

Riggs: Ah, but this one’s got an alternate ending, mate, it’s a real doozy too. See, when you go out to that ring on Sunday week, you won’t be flanked by that brain-dead giant like you usually are. No, you’ll have someone else, a special guest star…Me.

Riggs grins, throwing his arms out to the side as if to say “ta-da”, though even the interpretive movement and the cheeringly smiling mug fail to instil a sense of joy into the increasingly frustrated Cajun. Another moment of silence, this one longer then the last and filled with animosity.

Remy: No.

Riggs: Ain’t no “no” about it, mate, I’m --

Remy: I’ll talk to Madison, she won’t allow --

Riggs: Oh she will allow, in fact she already has. It’s gonna be you and me out there, mate, just like old times.

Hotel staff or not, Remy lashes out and viciously takes Riggs by the collars, forcing him against he door and pinning him there while he vents into his face.

Remy: It’s gonna be nothing like old times mon ami, Ah ain’t dhat guy anymore, and Ah’m sick and tired of you dogging me around pretending like Ah am. You wanna come out dhere wit’ me? You wanna get yourself a ring side seat while I fight the woman Ah care about? Well dhat’s fine, but if you make a move from ringside, you lay anyt’ing on her ‘cept you’re eyes and Ah will send you back to dha states in several, small, boxes. Do we have an understandin’?

A sly grin forges across Riggs’ face as he stares back into those angered Cajun orbs, angered even more by his blasé reaction.

Riggs: That sounds like the old Remy to me, but it couldn’t be, ‘cos you ain’t that guy anymore, right? I understand, Remy, I understand better then you do.

With one final shove, the fuming Remy drops his prey back to the floor. He takes a step back and readjusts himself.

Remy: Think Ah’ll find mahself anot’er hotel, dhis one appears to have a rodent problem.

With that he turns and heads back toward his bag, scooping it up without even breaking his stride as he heads off down the corridor. Riggs straightens out his jacket and watches after him, grinning menacingly to himself the whole time.

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JH: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. However I’m sorry to say I have no idea what’s going on in the ring.

TM: Onikage and his students are in it.

JH: Well I could see that.

TM: Could you Hitchen? Could you really?

The camera cuts to inside the ring where Onikage is wearing his typical in-ring gear except a black t-shirt with a tuxedo design on the front of it and a micro phone headset. His students are standing on both of his sides wearing black suits and looking downward, each with a sober expression. A larger than normal wooden casket is set out at the very end of the walk way and a wreath is set up in front of Onikage and his students. The wreath looks like it is dying and has barbed wire lightly wrapped along the edge of it with a photo of Jim O’Brien in the center of the wreath, looking rather drunk. The Straight Edge Savior clears his throat and places his hands behind him as he raises his head, his dark locks falling out of his masked face.

Onikage: I’ve gathered us here and summoned you ignorant masses to hold a funeral for not only James but James’ career. For you see after Anarchy in the United Kingdom neither will be with us in the land of the living.

JH: Oh what the hell.

TM: It is truly a shame, I say death by Emo.

One of the students (Victor) burst out into overly dramatic tears as he grabs hold of another (Larry), hugging him and cuddling his face into the other student’s shoulder. Larry uncomfortably pats Victor on the back, acting as if he were consoling him over the sadness of it all.

Onikage: Once upon a time this man had quite a bit of potential to make some thing of his career and himself. However he wasted it all in alcohol and drug abuse, which in result got him to stop trying. James in every way represented what I loath about a veteran. A man who’s content with getting by on his name value as opposed to his ability like he did once.

The so-called monster who allowed emotions like lust and arrogance overtake him and dominant him. Slowly James carved a destructive path for himself, a one way ticket to damnation of one form or another.


A masked student (Hokage) shakes his head as he tries to hold back his giggling.

Onikage: I attempted to help him, I saw that he needed to see the truth and so I unshielded his eyes. But James did not like the truth and tried to dismiss it from his mind. He tried to rid himself of the in his mind pest that had tried to show him these things. Though things did not go the way James’ arrogance led him to believe they would go.

It wasn’t the Monster of TNT that destroyed this cocky new comer to TNT; it was me making a fool of James. Revealing him for all to see what he truly is, I stripped him of his pride and of his dignity, I even went as far as to strip him of his lust.


TM: Onikage’s such a caring person, a real bleeding heart.

JH: Oh brother.

Onikage nods soberly and tilts his head back, so he is staring up into the lights. His fist, trembling slightly, slowly raises up to in front of him and to about the same height as his chest.

Onikage: I ripped the very black heart out of TNT’s monster and watched it be reduced to nothing as I tightened my grip on it. I watched as I squeezed every ounce of the emotions James called happiness and love out of that heart. I watched as the pieces to James O’Brien finally started to crumble apart and he hit rock bottom. As I realized for him to fully understand what I was trying to do for him he would need to be utterly destroyed and be rebuilt from the ground up!

JH: This is disturbing, I think this man seriously needs some medical help.

TM: No, it’s brilliant, it’s like listening to one of the great leaders through out history right before battle.

The arena jeers and throws insults Onikage’s way as he nods his head, agreeing with himself as he lowers his fist.

Onikage: It’ll be a war zone the likes of which Manchester has never been witness to. I will annihilate James O’Brien and I will brutalize Some Kind of Monster for getting into some thing that was of no concern of him. Monster should’ve stayed in Hollywood, working on his acting career. Those wanting to see violence will be treated, but not by hardcore barbarity rather by logical technical wrestling.

Some thing that unless I’m mistaken this brand was built upon many moons ago. Every one will be able to watch the execution of one James O’Brien on this historic event. For a little known fact is that every Anarchy in the UK I’ve been on, I’ve been successful on. Two thousand four, I form what would later become the Ordinary to battle the Elite and Team Elite.

Two thousand and five, I regain what was wrongfully stolen from me and become a record breaking three time FIW World Tag Team Champion…


A hint of disgust overtakes Onikage’s expression underneath his mask.

Onikage: -With Xtreme Kitten. And in two thousand and six, April ninth, in Manchester England inside the Manchester Evening News Arena, I will end the career and life of James O’Brien. There is truly no other end result that can come about but that. I will finish the job that James forced my hand to start, I will take the spot that the self-proclaimed Monster has hogged for so long. I will take my rightful place within this promotion and I will prove once and for all, without a shadow of a single doubt that I am Straight Edge and there for I am better than that drunken, drug abusing, emotions controlling, and unstable piece of crap that is named James O’Brien.

All the students applaud Onikage as the fans’ jeers and boos, and insults intensify.

TM: *Stands up and applauds* C’mon Hitchen, stand up, applaud this man.

JH: I think I’m going to be sick.

Onikage: May whatever spiritual presences you believe in James have mercy on your mortal soul. For during the match I will show none to your mortal body. There is no happy ending at the end of this tale for James O’Brien, and there is no woman for him to save to ride off into the sunset with. It is only me standing over his broken both physically and mentally self. Amen!

And with that all of the students exit the ring and walk onto the walk way. Onikage walks over to the ropes and stays in the ring, directing traffic. With four students on each side they lift up the casket while stereotypical funeral music starts to play over the P.A. System. However it seems like the students are having a bit of trouble carrying the weight of the casket.

Suddenly to the shock of the students and fans alike the lid to the casket is thrown open! To a tremendous reaction from the crowd Some Kind of Monster sits up in the casket! Quickly the students drop the casket and try to create some distance between him and them. But it’s already too late; Some Kind of Monster grabs Victor by his hair as he gets up to his feet and steps out of the casket.

The Monster of Horrorcore roars right in Victor’s face before he throws him right off the walk way! Victor lands spine first against the top of the guard rail! Larry tries to flee but is caught by the back of his tuxedo jacket, Monster with ease lifts up the young man over his head and tosses him right out into the crowd, where he crashes and falls onto some fans! Koji starts firing off rapid palm thrust shots to Some Kind of Monster’s mid-section, however the big man grabs Koji by the throat and lifts him up into the air.

To a thunderous reaction from the crowd Some Kind of Monster choke slams Koji right through the walk way, leaving a massive hole where Koji’s body fell! Two others he grabs and slams their heads together in a double head butt before tossing them right off the walk way too. A third student (Jeff) races forward and tries to take SKoM out with a lariat only to get Divine Pain delivered to him! Hokage attempting to avenge his fellow students, races right towards the casket and hops up onto the edge of it, spring boarding over it onto Monster who catches his plancha try.

With a vicious thud Some Kind of Minster jack knife power bombs Hokage right into the casket before he roughly grabs it and tosses it knocking the last remaining student down, and Hokage whose in it, right off of the walk way! Onikage doesn’t seem too bothered by the fact that Monster’s done so much damage, rather he’s calling him into the ring!


JH: My god! Some Kind of Monster has cleaned house!

TM: But what in the world is Onikage doing?! This isn’t smart! You are just a few days away from your big match!

Not needing to be asked twice Some Kind of Monster marches right past all the carnage and enters the ring but is met with a forearm from Onikage! Relentless with his attack Onikage throws several more forearms right across SKoM’s masked face. The Monster of Horrorcore responds by viciously whipping Onikage into the turnbuckle which he slams into chest first. Staggering out of the corner Onikage is lifted up into the air by Monster and driven back first against the canvas with a spine tinkling spinebuster!

TM: Great, now that big oaf is trying to take Onikage out before Jim and him ever even have their match!

JH: Look! Monster hasn’t come alone!

Jonathon is correct as to a ruckus cheer Jim O’Brien charges out from the back with a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. Onikage crawls quickly towards the ropes and uses them to pick himself up; he kicks Monster in the mid-section causing him to double over. Trying to get rid of one of the foes as fast as he can Onikage DDTs SKoM right onto the canvas and gets to his feet as Jim enters the ring. The Monster of TNT rushes forward and swings down the steel chair, only for Onikage to leap to the side dodging it!

Slamming against the ropes only causes the steel chair to sling shot right back into Jim’s face! O’Brien stumbles back from the ropes, some what dazed by his own chair shot backfiring. The Straight Edge Savior nearly takes Jim’s head off with a running pump kick! However Monster is back to his feet and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Onikage and starts hammering away on him.


JH: Onikage is like a one legged man in an ass kicking contest!

TM: God I hate that saying, and god I hate you Hitchen.

Shaking the affects of the chair shot and kick off Jim fumbles back up to his feet with his chair in hand. Quickly SKoM backs away from the kneeling Onikage as Jim drives the barbed wire wrapped chair against the back of Onikage, ripping his shirt into pieces. But he isn’t done quite yet, a second time Jim connects with a chair shot to Onikage’s back. The Straight Edge Savior arches his neck back as he cries out in pain, his back bleeding from the barbed wire, a few pieces of it even sticking to his back.

The Monsters of Wrestling yank the steel chair off of Onikage only for a bit of the barbed wire to rip right off of the chair and stay stuck in Onikage’s back! O’Brien yells some orders to SKoM as the bigger of the two giants picks up Onikage and drags him over to the corner. Jim is right behind the Monster of Horrorcore and climbs right up onto the second buckle! The turnbuckle shakes a bit as it tries to handle all three hundred and ten pounds of Jim O’Brien standing on it.


TM: What are these brutes doing now?!

JH: It looks like Jim is climbing the turnbuckle!

Monster takes the steel chair from Jim and sets it down on the canvas in front of the turnbuckle. With his other hand he forces the dazed Onikage forward and lifts him up over his head. The two big men move Onikage around a bit in mid-air till he’s hanging upside down and Jim wraps his arms around Onikage’s mid-section. The crowd starts to go wild as Jim O’Brien has Onikage in a position ready to deliver the Tombstone Piledriver! But that is not all as Some Kind of Monster gets in front of Jim and the corner (behind Onikage), placing his hands on Onikage’s feet!

JH: Oh lord, those two aren’t going to do what I think they are going to do, are they?

TM: Some one do some thing! They are going to cripple Onikage! Security, the students, Kendra, any body!

To a, no pun intended, monstrous cheer Jim leaps off of the turnbuckle with Onikage in his arms as Monster jumps up and in mid-air gets in a sitting position. A sickening crunch echos through out the arena as Jim and SKoM perform a spiked Tombstone Piledriver/Jumping Piledriver combo right onto Jim’s steel chair wrapped in barbed wire to Onikage! Monster rolls Onikage’s lifeless body from between his legs as Jim whips his head back with a proud grin on his face, he beats his chest as the fans cheer him on. Onikage’s limp body starts to break out into spasms from the maneuver just performed on him. Suddenly the fans begin to go nuts once more as Jim holds up his hand with his index finger pointed, mouthing the words to SKoM “One more time”.

TM: One more time?! One more time?!? Guess Jim isn’t happy until he sees Onikage’s spine snap!

JH: Even I must admit this is going a bit over board just a few days before the match.

Jim pushes himself up to his feet while Some Kind of Monster rolls right up to his. The Monsters of Wrestling stalk their prey when the fans start to react in a mixed fashion to some thing. It becomes clear what as JJ races right down the walk way and hops right over the top rope and into the ring. His entering the ring draws both the attention of the Monster of TNT and the Monster of Horrorcore.

JH: What the? I’m not too sure how wise of a move this is on JJ’s part, even more so considering that teacher and his have been having some rough times lately.

TM: Yay! JJ! Save Onikage! Do some of that flippity and floppity, and fipper stuff to confuse and distract those two oafs!

Some Kind of Monster scoffs and looks over at Jim who shows a quite amused smirk and shrugs his shoulders. Jim shoves Onikage right back down to the canvas and the two big men start to make their way over to JJ. Onikage’s pupil’s eyes dart between both much larger men several times as he fidgets slightly in place. Once they become in arm’s reach JJ suddenly pulls some thing out of his pocket and starts spraying whatever it is’ contents at Jim and SKoM!

The Monsters of Wrestling both howl in pain as they clutch at their faces and stagger about. JJ tosses what turns out to be a can aside, and it was a can of pepper spray! Moving as fast as he can he makes it across the ring and starts to try and lift up Onikage to now much more jeer directed his way than before. Becoming conscious again Onikage pushes JJ away from him as he grabs at his sore head, staggering up to his feet.


TM: Aw c’mon Oni, he just saved you, can’t you forgive him for wanting some action and be done with it?

JH: I don’t think JJ just wanted some “action” by what he’s said to Kai-

TM: Shh! Don’t say her name! Onikage might hear you and then this sensitive making up process could be ruined!

JJ throws up his arms and looks to not understand what his sensei’s problem is as Onikage glares at JJ. For a second time JJ walks towards Onikage and tries to help him only for Onikage to shove him away and charge right past him to the monsters! Evening out the numbers Onikage tosses the blinded SKoM to the outside and turns his attention to Jim. With Jim blinded as well he never saw it coming when Onikage kicks him right in the mid-section and hooks both his arms.

JH: Onikage is such an ungrateful bastard, his own student sticks his neck out to save him and he can’t get over the fact JJ did some thing he didn’t agree with.

TM: I think it’s more Onikage wants some payback for what those two stooges did! They messed up a perfectly good funeral after all!

Struggling with all his might Onikage tries to lift Jim up into the air, but with over a fifty pound advantage the Monster of TNT isn’t so easily lifted. He tries a second time as he pulls and tugs on Jim O’Brien’s arms to lift him up into the air but to no avail. Onikage roars in anger as he tries a third time and it is indeed a charm, to the awe of the crowd Onikage lifts Jim O’Brien right into the air! The Straight Edge Savior’s legs tremble under the weight of the Monster of TNT and he staggers slightly before he drives him head first into the canvas in a piledriver manner!

TM: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH~! Flavor of the Month! Onikage just hit the Flavor of the Month on Jim O’Brien!

JH: I can not believe it, the two hundred and fifty pound Onikage just lifted and driven head first the three hundred and ten pound Jim O’Brien!

Panting and heaving Onikage smirks slightly as he sits on his knees in front of the downed Jim O’Brien. Grabbing at the middle rope Onikage pulls himself up to his feet and stares at the chaos and destruction all around ring and ringside. JJ walks over to Onikage and tries to talk to his sensei one last time before Onikage blows him off and exits the ring. Onikage looks over into the camera set up on the walk way and mouths the words “Soon James, soon” before clutching at his neck once again.

JH: This whole thing has gone crazy, I’m not sure if Onikage or Jim or Some Kind of Monster will walk out of Anarchy in the UK intact!

TM: And who will Onikage get to tag with him?! Though we gotta go to commercial or to the back or some thing so we can get this mess cleaned up!

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We cut backstage to one of the not-so-generic corridors of the NEC Arena, this one set apart from it’s brethren by the large Anarchy in the UK display set up in the background as FIW try to pimp you their latest PPV. Our focus is drawn to the foreground though, on one very over excited Toby Bostock standing by with a microphone in hand and a lumbering, silent giant to his right. Carl Lucas looks far less excited then the interviewer, displaying his usual non-expression as he stares into the camera.

Toby: Hey folks, Toby Bostock here with an exclusive interview with Carl Lucas. Carl, you’ve not been with the company long, and you’ve been an active wrestler even less then that, but this coming week sees you challenging for the Tag Team Championships for a second time already. How’s that feel?

Carl takes a moment to think over the question, properly bringing together his feelings on the subject so that he may express them as accurately as possible. He raises a finger, opens his mouth and…

Toby: Oh! Wait! I got a better question…

The oversized novelty Cajun seems a tad taken back by the over zealous outburst, but allows the scrawny little geek to continue.

Toby: What does it feel like going for your second Tag Team Title, without Remy by your side? For some reason, Madison’s teamed you up with the skull cowboy, probably ‘cos she figures you’re two of the biggest monsters on the show and you therefore have a better chance then anyone to bring the belts home, but the dude kicked your ass. It’ll be like when Captain Janeway forged an alliance with the Borg to defeat Species 8472...

Toby slowly realises the arched eyebrows and looks of puzzlement he’s getting not only from Carl, but from the camera guy, the sound guy, in fact everyone in the surrounding area. He coughs sheepishly and re-composes himself into professional interviewer guy.

Toby: Yes, erm, so do you really think the two of you can work as a cohesive unit?

A few moments of staring wide eyed at the bizarre little man before him and Carl manages to snap himself back on track.

Carl:

Toby: Ohmigod! What if you win!? Will that be the end of the Merchant’s of Menace? Will you and Remy part ways, only for you to start a new partnership with the cowboy?

Carl is bemused by the rapid fire question changes, not quite sure which one he should be answering. He shakes his head at the concept of the MoM splitting up, and confirms the statement with his following words.

Carl:

Toby: Sorry Carl, I’m getting the sign that we gotta wrap things up here. Just enough time to get your thoughts on Remy’s upcoming match against April Lynn. What’s going through his mind right now? What’s going through yours? We’ve all seen that you and April, despite her problems with Remy, have stayed on seemingly good terms through all of this.

Carl’s mood changes with the subject. A solemn look covers his face as he shrugs empathetically at the thought of the two people he considers to be friends facing off in a grudge match. His lips part to speak and…

Toby: And that’s it, folks, we’re out of time here. Thanks for your time, Carl, much appreciated.

Toby takes up the giant’s hand and shakes it vigorously, grinning like the little moron he is. He turns and exits, stage left, leaving Carl glancing around all dazed and confused before we cut back to ringside.

MA: Ladies and gentleman, at this time please welcome FIW’s Cruiserweight Champion-- APRILLL LLLYYYNNN!!!

The house lights fade, being replaced with strobes as the Pussycat Dolls come over the PA system. April steps out onto the stage with her Cruiserweight Championship in hand, her duster buttoned completely up. She stops on the stage, raising the title above her head to a resounding ovation from the crowd. She starts off down the walkway, playing up to the crowd the whole way.

JH: We’re now being joined by our Cruiserweight Champion, Thomas.

TM: What’s she all covered up for? It’s not that cold here in your crappy country.

JH: I beg your pardon. Maybe April’s taken Kendra Norton’s words to heart about being too… um, what did she call it?

TM: Who cares? Kendra’s a dyke.

April climbs in under the middle rope, stepping center-ring and raising the title in the air for all the fans to see. She turns holds it up for the opposite side of the arena and then accepts a microphone from Michael Anderson.

April: I just wanted to come out here tonight… well, for a cheap pop. What’s up Birmingham!!

Cheap pop or not, Birmingham LOVES hearing their town spoken. That is really weird of them. I bet they’re all drunk.

April: But seriously, this Sunday I will be going one-on-one in this very ring with Remy Barteaux. And I am looking forward to this match more than any match in my career. And I’ve had quite a few that I looked forward to. The finals of the Heavyweight Championship in ICW.

Crowd pop for the fans that enjoyed the short-lived federation that April debuts in, receiving massive success. Hey! Undefeated. Only ICW Heavyweight Champion ever!

JH: She did quite well in ICW. These fans obviously remembering it.

TM: If I’d known they had wrestlers this hot as their world champs, I would’ve watched.

April: My debut match here in FIW. Which I won.

April smirks as the crowd pop yet again for a strangely arrogant comment from the champion. But hey, remember? She beat Lilith in her debut in a Mixed Tag Match with Sean and Samael. Next, April looks down at the Cruiserweight Title in her hand.

April: And of course… the Battle Royal where I became the new Cruiserweight Champion!

April raises the belt up as she says it, the crowd cheering even as the words are coming out of her mouth.

JH: A great match here in FIW. April solidifying herself as the Undisputed Cruiserweight Champion.

TM: And that belt looks great on her. When she’s not got that bulky coat on!

April lowers the belt back at her side, getting back to business.

April: But this match with Remy this Sunday. It’s a different kind of excitement. Because after I win this match, I may not be winning a new championship or making a name for myself. I’ll be putting behind me, every complicated, distracting, annoying, and down-right ridiculous thing Remy Barteaux has done to me in the past ten months!

The crowd continue to cheer, not as feverishly now. While they support April, they do still like Remy Barteaux. It’s a tough spot for these Birmingham fans. Then again, they’re drunk and she just said their city’s name.

TM: Ten months?!

JH: Been a long time going. Remy joined us last year in June. He didn’t waste much time in wedging himself into April’s life.

TM: Hehe, wedging. I bet he--

JH: I have to learn to pick my words better.

April: And I notice Remy’s a bit monosyllabic when it comes to being questioned on facing me this Sunday. But that’s okay. Because I know that Remy doesn’t want to do this match. I know that Remy would like nothing more than for me to call this entire match off and just forgive and forget.

April leaves it at that. Quite a cliffhanger place to leave it. Does that mean she’ll do that for Remy? Or is she just simply stating a facts?

April: But you know what? I would’ve liked nothing more than to not be kept in the dark about things concerning myself. I would’ve liked nothing more than for Remy to come to me and tell me face to face what was going on. Then he could’ve went his way and I could’ve went mine. But that isn’t how it happened. So now it happens this way. I may not win this Sunday against Remy, but I guarantee I will fight Remy. I won’t back down and if he thinks he can get out of this by pulling a Gandhi…

April hesitates for a moment, leaving the crowd to once again and hang on the last sentence, wondering what April’s response is going to be to such an idea.

April: Well unfortunately for Remy, I have no problem kicking the ass of a man that won’t fight back.

JH: I think it’s safe to say that April is going to fight Remy.

TM: Ya think? Poor Remy. I hate it when women get all attached like this. Can’t let go of something that was just an occasional good time.

JH: Thomas, get your facts together and then get back to us.

April: But enough about Remy and my match at Anarchy In The UK. I have one final thing that I want to address here tonight. And that is, Kendra Norton. I know she’s got some problems right now with Jim and Monster but unfortunately for her… she had it all coming by being a nasty bitch.

Oooh. Girls getting catty. That’s always fun. The crowd seems to enjoy Ms. Battleaxe getting picked on too.

April: But anyways, if Kendra’s watching now. I know she’s said a few things about me most recently. Something about me not being a positive role model for women’s wrestling. Something about the way I dress. Well…

April drops her Cruiserweight title at her feet, slowly undoing the buttons of her duster as she continues to speak.

April: The only thing I have to say to Kendra. Is that the TNT fans aren’t idiots. Just because you guys see a woman dressed sexy, doesn’t mean you forget the fact that she can kick ass at the same time. But just for Kendra, I decided to wear something a little different tonight.

April drops the microphone down on the mat, grabbing her duster and dropping it off her shoulders to reveal nothing but a pink bra and panties set with a white sheer gown that barely reaches her upper thigh over top. The crowd whoop and holler like drunk men would at the sight of this.

TM: Oh my God! Jonathan! Look at that! Look at that!

JH: I’m looking! I’m looking! I wonder if Kendra is.

TM: You can look at that and think about Kendra? Way to kill the mood!

April holds her hand up, doing a cutesy dip for the photo op. She picks her duster and her title back up, slinging the duster over her shoulder as she exit’s the ring, all smiles as she makes her way backstage.

JH: That is our Cruiserweight Champion. I have to say I agree with April. She looks good, but I can’t forget that she can kick my ass for looking at hers.

TM: I’ll risk it. Wow.

JH: I guarantee she won't be wearing that this Sunday when she climbs into the ring with Remy Barteaux.

Fading into a locker room the camera focuses on FIW’s own Onikage, who is sitting on a bench in his locker room. Leaning forward he has what appears to be an ice pack with a white towel over it on the back of his neck, the ends of the towel draping over his shoulders. The masked oddity breathes slowly as he stares by the looks of it at the floor of his locker room. But it’s hard to tell if Onikage is the only person even in the locker room due to how dark it is.

That is until the locker room door opens and a stream of light shines on Onikage and a little ways behind him. Swiftly the camera pans around to reveal JJ standing in the door way. Onikage doesn’t even acknowledge his pupil’s presence in the locker room. JJ lets out a sigh and steps into the locker room, allowing the door to close behind him, bringing a harsh darkness once again to the room.


Onikage: What do you want?

JJ: The same thing I went out there to do, to tell you I’ll tag with you for the match at Anarchy.

Onikage snorts in a rather bitterly amused manner.

Onikage: Oh are we not too busy with Miss Lane to actually do what you came to me to train you to do?

JJ: Look sensei, I know we’ve had our differences with each other on a few matters and I know things between us aren’t that stable right now. But you need some one to watch your back out there, you can’t do this alone. You always told me that if the sensei has a problem with some body, then it’s the pupil’s problem too and vice versa. Besides I owe Jim some payback for what he’s done to me in the past few months.

Onikage: I don’t need the help of some one so soft willed.

This time it’s JJ’s turn to scoff and he looks at his teacher with a mocking expression.

JJ: Oh and who are you going to get then? Kendra? Oh yeah, that’s right, Jim took her out. Or how about Graver, oops, forgot, you two split after he wanted nothing to do with this Jim business.

Onikage remains silent, not even retorting to JJ’s comments and JJ’s expression turns to more of a sympathetic one.

JJ: C’mon sensei, as much as we argue some times I don’t want you to get mugged by those two big guys like they would’ve done tonight and will do Sunday.

Onikage: Leave.

JJ: Bu-

Onikage: Get out! Now!

JJ looks down at Onikage and the two of them stand there for a few moments in silence, perhaps both wondering what the other is thinking. Finally JJ moves towards the door and pushes it open, he sighs lightly.

JJ: Alright sensei, I’ll stay out of your battle, but just try not to get too badly hurt.

And with that JJ exits the locker room, the door closing behind him and leaving Onikage in darkness once more. For several moments Onikage just sits there until he starts to growl and without warning stretches his arm out to the side and punches the nearest locker. As the door swings up the camera picks up that the name plate reads “JJ”. It turns to the side to reveal the contents of the locker as Onikage’s eyes slowly creep over towards its direction.

Quite a few pictures of Kailey, both FIW official and ones it looks like JJ took while hanging out with her, line the inside of the locker room door. As well as two pictures, one of a slightly younger looking JJ with Onikage whose wearing a Ordinary t-shirt, and another with JJ and all the students together Onikage’s pupils narrow as they focus in on the pictures of Kailey and a low hiss escapes his masked mouth before the camera fades out.


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JH: Welcome back folks.

TM: You know, I don’t really care for these pre-pay per view TNTs. There’s just too much talking and haven’t we already had enough of that?

JH: Anarchy in the UK is just five days away, Thomas, so you--

Hitchen is cut off by the soft strum of the opening chords to “The Outsider.” The crowd mixes with equal parts of boos and cheers as the Dual Crown Champion stalks out onto the stage. He stops just past the curtain, the GHC shimmering on his waist and the SoH on his shoulder.

TM: SWYTCH!! IT’S SWYTCH!! Quick, Hitchen, go ask him where Kennedy is!

JH: Let me answer that with an emphatic no.

TM: Come on, wussy man.

JH: Again I say, no.

Swytch takes a few steps forward into the brighter lights. In his hand is a thick piece of rope which he gives a generous tug to. The curtain swishes open and a figure stumbles out. Slim and curvy, average height of a woman, and thick auburn hair spilling down out from under a black hood, the person is wrapped in the rope clutched tightly in Swytch’s hand. Another tug brings the person forward a few more steps nearly standing beside Swytch’s grinning self.

TM: Jonathan, do you see that? You don’t think that could be her, do you?

JH: I, I don’t know. It could be her, it looks like her, but the hood makes it hard to tell.

TM: Would he be that dumb?

JH: He is psychotic, Thomas. I wouldn’t put it past him to think he could get away with it.

Swytch drags the person along the walkway, the crowd stunned into silence for the moment. The reaction feeds the grin on Swytch’s face as he helps the person through the ropes and into the ring, following in behind them. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a microphone, bringing it to his twitching lips.

TM: Don’t you think security should be out here? Or maybe the police should be here. Or Madison, she should definitely be here. Where the hell is Kailey now? She’s so damned worried about her friend.

JH: I’m sure somebody is on their way. Maybe he’s here to return her unarmed. I mean, she is standing on her own after all.

TM: She’s bound like cattle and hooded for an execution!

JH: Point taken.

Swytch: Shocked, aren’t you. Yesss, I see your faces, hear the gasps, the tremble in your lips, the shine in your eyes.

Swytch’s eyes go wide as he feigns surprise, his lips circling into a perfect, black ‘O’, holding up his free hand and shaking it in the air. He holds the expression for a few seconds before breaking into a grin, on the brink of laughter.

Swytch: What about you, MADison? Are you in the back now, crying?

Swytch balls up his fist and rubs pretend tears from the corner of his eye. The crowd doesn’t take too kindly to his mock sadness, resulting in most of them booing.

Swytch: Or maybe you’re overjoyed like that little weasel commentator.

Both fists balled up at the sides of his head, Swytch shakes them from side to side with a disgustingly huge grin on his face. Again the crowd boos him, bringing him out of his little display. Swytch turns to the announce desk, snarling at Hitchen and Moore.

Swytch: And you, Kailey? Where are you? You don’t care, do you? No, it’s just like I said all along. You’ve never cared about Kennedy. It’s been about you. All about you…you and your…other friend.

Swytch clasps his hands together, holding them against his chest as his expression becomes an exaggeration of dreaminess. He rips his hands apart, falling into a fit of hysterics, giggling madly as he circles the shaking figure in the center of the ring.

Swytch Mr. Coles. Holder of the belt I once loathed. Do you care now? Do you care enough to come down here and claim TNT’s princess? No. No, you won’t. You haven’t forgotten what she did to you when she was trying to play the bad girl, have you? Of course you haven’t. It still eats at you, it’s what strains the working relationship between you and MADison.

He circles the shaking figure, his hand trailing from one shoulder across their back to the other shoulder. Swytch’s hand slides over the black material covering the person’s hood causing them to flinch and eliciting a smirk from Swytch’s lips.

JH: Oh my God, Thomas. It is her, it’s Kennedy. It has to be.

TM: What the hell are we doing just sitting on our asses then?

JH: The safe thing.

TM: Yeah, safe is good.

Swytch: And Ragin’. He may care even less than Dante does. In fact I know he does, because the King of Kings only cares about himself. He cares not for his valet, he cares not for Kennedy’s well-being, and he certainly cares not for Kailey Lane.

Carefully slowly begins to pull the hood from the person’s head. The fabric slips up their head, but Swytch stops suddenly and lets it fall back into place before their identity is revealed. He turns quickly and looks thoughtful for a moment.

Swytch: So what is it then, that he cares about? It’s greatness, of course. The fallen king seeks to reclaim his throne and begin his dynasty.

Swytch stalks around the ring, his head bowed as he turns to the turnbuckles. He ascends them, sitting down on the top. Swytch brings the microphone to his lips, his heavy breathing the first thing picked up by the device.

Swytch: Everybody is so caught up with things that they’re not seeing what’s in front of them. The fact that in five days there will be a Double Jeopardy match for MY Dual Crown Championship and not a damn one of you has any idea what that is all about. But me, I know, I know it all too well. The last time this match took place, things were a little different.

Swytch inhales deeply, his hunched back rising with the intake of oxygen. His head lifts just the slightest bit to afford us access to his psychotic eyes, slivers of white slashed across pools of blackness.

Swytch: No Chris Maclay to screw me again, no Fozzy McQueen to take advantage of Maclay’s handiwork, and no Jim O’Brien picking the bones of a worn down opponent. The playing field is as level as it could be. Four opponents, one title, one winner, one chance to end my tyrannical reign as champion. For nearly six months I’ve held my prize having spent much longer clawing, scratching, biting, and crawling through the ridiculous obstacles placed before me. Do you think I’ll let one of you be my downfall?

Chants of “Kailey, Kailey” rise up through the arena, growing in volume as the champ sits with his head bowed. The corners of his lips quirk into an unmistakable grin as he listens to the fans proclaim the next champion. Swytch brings his mic to his lips again, but his words are stopped before they even come out as the arena’s sound system pumps “Toxic” into the air.

TM: YES!! Finally, it took Madison long enough!

JH: Yes, well, I’m sure she was wondering, just like the rest of us, what Swytch had planned but it seems he’s dragging this out as long as he can.

Madison steps out onto the stage, surprisingly to the delight of a good portion of the fans. She ignores them, her focus solely on the man in the ring and the person in his custody.

Swytch: Ah, MADison, I was beginning to wonder how much longer before you came out here. Come to claim your partner in crime? Go on then, she’s right there waiting for you.

TM: IT IS KENNEDY!! He just admitted it!!

JH: I don’t believe it. He was stupid enough to think he could get away with it.

TM: No, no, he was freaking crazy enough. Psychotic little bastard thinks he’s God or something, untouchable. Well I’ve got news for him, now that Kennedy’s back where she belongs, Dante’s so gonna kick his ass this Sunday!

Madison: Shut your mouth! You just shut up. I’m tired of hearing your nonsensical rambling about this and that. Boo-freaking-hoo. I made your life hell, get over it you big baby!

Swytch snaps his head up, leaping from the turnbuckle to the canvas. He strides across the ring, placing his forearms on the top rope and leaning against it, staring intently up the walkway at Madison.

Madison: Oh look at you, all scary eyes and make-up. God, as if I’m frightened of you.

JH: I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fifteen or so yards between the stage and the ring.

TM: It doesn’t! She ain’t scurred!

JH: Oh bloody hell, don’t you start that!

Swytch cocks his head to the side, his lips curved in a grin, amused at Madison’s declaration.

Madison: Now then, why don’t you quit being such a weirdo and let Kennedy go.

Swytch: I told you, MADison. If you want her, then come and get her.

Swytch backs away from the ropes, holding his arms out to his sides as a sign of surrender. He walks backwards to the far side of the ring then steps through the ropes and drops down to the floor. Swytch turns to the announce desk, growling at the commentators before hoisting himself onto it and taking it a seat.

Madison: I’m not scared and you can’t fool me. I know you won’t do anything.

Swytch begins to look impatient as Madison stands on the stage. She looks to the ring and past it at Swytch, chewing at her luscious bottom lip. The two look through the ring at one another not breaking the gaze until Madison reaches behind her and waves at the curtain. Three security guards come running from the back, down the walkway and hurriedly get into the ring. One guard begins to work loose the knot in the rope that has the woman bound.

JH: We haven’t seen Kennedy since the close of Déjà Vu and after all this time she’s finally back with us.

TM: I plan to be the first to welcome her properly.

JH: I’m sure you do.

The guards get the knots loose and the rope unwound from the woman. One of the guards grabs the hood over the woman’s head and yanks it off. Her auburn hair is matted with sweat and dirty creating a curtain around her face. She falls to her knees, gasping for breath as the guards kneel down to check on her.

TM: Hey, wait a minute! Where is Swytch going?

JH: Now that he’s dropped Kennedy off, he’s probably high tailing it out of here before he gets arrested.

TM: Damn it, you retarded guards, one of you stop him!

The guards give Kennedy some breathing room as she starts to get to her feet. She turns to face the stage and with shaking hands, reaches for her hair. She wipes the clinging locks from her face and sure enough it’s…

TM: KENN--

JH: That’s not Kennedy!

TM: That dirty son of a bit…Oh my God he’s on the stage!! SAVE MADISON!!

Madison’s initial shock at seeing the Kennedy imposter is replaced by fear as she soon realizes that Swytch is a mere breath away from her. His painted face is close enough that she can feel the warmth of his breath as he passes through his bared teeth as he grins madly at her. Madison’s eyes widen as she starts to back pedal, falling onto her ass when Swytch snatches her microphone from her hand. His brow furrows in anger, eyes ablaze, and his breathing labored.

Swytch: You’re never going to get her back, MADison…never.

His voice is hoarse making the words come out much harsher, and are followed by a snarl as he looks down at her. His fist shakes with anger as he clutches the microphone tightly. Swytch’s finger uncurl from the mic, letting it drop to the stage with a thud. He stalks off through the curtain leaving a frightened Madison and a bewildered crowd in his wake.

TM: Who the hell is that girl?

JH: Apparently Swytch decided it was time for some of those games he mentioned last week. Whoever she is, she’s not Kennedy which means she’s still in Swytch’s possession.

TM: That sick bastard. He played us!

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JH: Ladies and gentleman, our next stop after tonight is the Manchester Evening News Arena in Manchester, England! It will host this year’s Anarchy In The UK!

TM: I am so excited for this year’s event, Jonathan. The TNT card, while a little strange in some places, is stacked!

JH: That’s no exaggeration. You spoke about it being strange in some places, well here’s the first stop at Strangeville.

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JH: The skull cowboy and Carl Lucas are being forced to tag up thanks to Madison Lee’s greed to recapture the FIW Tag Team Titles at Anarchy In The UK. And these two men, well to be blunt, don’t let each other.

TM: They’ve both had a chance to show off their impressive strength, using each other as the catalyst in which to showcase their strength. I can’t wait to see what happens this Sunday at Anarchy In The UK with these two.

JH: They’ll be taking on Slam’s Maggot Korps. I don’t know if Nightmare and T-Bird are gonna see any action in this match at all. Cowboy and Carl may turn this into a fight amongst themselves.

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JH: And then the lover’s quarrel. We heard from April, we’ve sort of heard from Remy. I don’t know what we’re gonna get from this match when we get into Anarchy In The UK but I don’t doubt April’s gonna bring the fight.

TM: Remy better do the same if he doesn’t want his pretty face smashed up.

JH: And if he doesn’t want his boss Stefan Wallace even more upset him. Remy used to be a multi-champion until just recently. Losing both his tag titles and the Fighting Spirit Championship. This may be his opportunity to get back in Stefan’s good graces.

TM: And don’t forget, Riggs is going to be at ringside in Remy’s corner. He’d love nothing more than to see April laid out in the ring with Remy getting the 1-2-3.

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JH: Quite an interesting feud developing here between these two. Here we have two men that don’t like each other, the fans can barely tolerate them… I don’t know what’s going to happen between these two. But it’ll happen, with the Fighting Spirit Championship right in the center of it all.

TM: Graver wasn’t shy about putting the hurt on James Barrett a few weeks back but Barrett retaliated with some chair swinging action. You know, I don’t think he’s finished. I think that’s just the calm before the storm.

JH: If that was Barrett calm, I dread to think what we’ll get from him coming Sunday in Manchester.

TM: Don’t forget, we’re kind of in Barrett land here. These crazy Brits’ll probably treat him like some type of God or something. But Graver won’t treat him as such.

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JH: And I still can’t believe Onikage hasn’t picked a tag team partner going into this match against Jim O’Brien and Some Kind of Monster!

TM: A Barbed Wire Tag Team Match. You remember the last time we had a Barbed Wire Match, don’t you?

JH: Of course. It was November at Relentless when Swytch won the Dual Crown Championship. Every nightmare I have that doesn’t involve public nudity is about what that barbed wire can do to a person. And I know Jim and Monster have no qualms about using it, unlike Onikage.

TM: Onikage better pray his partner is proficient at using barbed wire ‘cuz he’s going to need all the help he can get this Sunday, I think.

JH: Onikage seems far more concerned with his student JJ and his involvement with Kailey Lane. I’m wondering if Onikage’ll find a partner before this Sunday. But that brings us to the main-event. And what a main-event we’ve got lined up.

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TM: Yes! Double Jeopardy! Last Double Jeopardy marked a transitional period for TNT. The reign of Jim O’Brien was started. Will the reign of the Icon Dante Coles bring better days for TNT? Or will the dreaded King of Slam take over the thrown of TNT?

JH: Swytch could secure another successful defense as well. He’s held those belts for quite some time now. Or will Kailey Lane follow in her former friend Kennedy’s footsteps and become the second female in history to hold the Dual Crown Championship? But remember, she said everything else is trivial in compared to finding Kennedy. So I’m guessing she’s targeting Swytch.

TM: And the odds are in her favor as Madison has just announced that the final fall, the Final Jeopardy, will be a No Disqualification Match! But then again, Kailey has to last until the final fall.

JH: It’s anyone’s game come Anarchy In The UK. Three titles up for grabs for the TNT side. Every match with major history between its competitors. I can’t wait.

JH: Well Main Event of the evening fans.

TM: Alex Evans vs. some other guys, going to be a Alex classic!

JH: Chris Love and Shannon Micheals.

TM: Meh.

The titantron then goes blank as the arena lights cut off. The arena waits in darkness and silence until a medium blood red glow envelops the ring and it’s surrounding area. A bright sky blue spotlight shoots around the crowd scanning around as the PA comes alive with the sounds of Ateryu’s Demonology and Heartache fast paced guitar intro blares throughout. The spotlight stops right before the lyrics hit and it remains still as Chris steps into the light.

Well I believe you
I see it every time your pallbearer’s pallor is obscured by the darkness (the darkness)


The spotlight goes away and the blood red color turns into an icy blue light. The main lights flicker between the blood red and icy blue colors.

MA: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING AND IS FOR THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, WITH A THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT AND ONE FALL FINISH. INTRODUCING FIRST HAILING FROM DENVER, COLORADO, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FOOT ONE INCH… CHRIS LOVE!!!!!!

Dancing across your face (across your face)
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain.


The lights turn back to their normal settings as Chris makes his way down to the ring focused on the ring ahead.

If I had my way I’d cut
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum.

Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure?
Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure?
And pin me down under glass until the end of days
If it can help you discover that we share the same pain.
I just hope you write your thesis before your subject is dead.
No life after death.


Chris jumps straight up onto the apron. He turns to look at the crowd and point to them with enthusiastic energy before flipping over the top rope backwards. Chris seems to be a bundle of unbridled energy as he hops in the ring.

JH: Chris Love, after a rocky few weeks, finally making his comeback.

TM: To get his ass handed to him?

JH: He has a fair shot in this than anyone else!

TM: If you say so.

The lights fade slowly to nothing but a dim darkness spread around the arena, gold strobe lights begin flashing all around the arena, we hear Marilyn Manson’s voice creep over the speakers…

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…Alex Evans emerges onto the entrance ramp, a red carpet rolls down to the ring as he stands there looking down toward the floor, the fans absolutely booing the hell out of him. A choir of three girls each side come out, they begin singing along with Marilyn Manson. Alex lifts his head to a huge gold explosion of pyros, Alex then grins toward the crowd as he begins walking down to the ring…

MA: AND HIS OPPONENT! HAILING FROM KINGS BEACH, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET… “MR. HIGH-SPOT” ALEX EVANS!!!!!!

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I'll Make You A Believer!
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…Alex get to the ring, he climbs onto the apron, looking out to the fans he grins and shoots his arms out vertically to a huge explosion, of gold pyro from each corner post. He then climbs in the ring and walks toward the corner, climbing it and posing for the fans, boo’s still aimed at him, he jumps down and prepares for the match to begin.

TM: The legend has arrived!

JH: I see no Silent Rage’s or Chris Maclay’s.

TM: Pffft, Alex is there, you just don’t see it through your arrogance.

JH: MY ARROGANCE?!

TM: See, I’m glad you admit it.

The openning strains of Coheed and Cambria's "welcome home" starts over the PA, the lights already darkened, as the acoustic guitar gives way to an electric pyros explode, the camera view switches to behind the entrance way where we see Shannon Micheals standing in the entrance way wearing his long sleevless hooded trenchcoat. As the heavy riff starts Shannon walks out of the entranceway, he walks down the entrance almost ingoring the fans slowly. His face covered by his long hair. As he gets down to the ring he looks into it then looks around the arena lifting his hood slightly. Shannon then gets onto the ring apron as the lyrics begin

"You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world"


MA: AND THE LAST COMPETITOR OF THIS MATCH! HAILING FROM DALLAS, TEXAS AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT FIVE FOOT ELEVEN INCHES… SHANNON MICHEALS!!!

Shannon leaps over the top rope and pulls back his hood outstrecthing his arms. He then slaps his chest and points to the crowd.

"Well you're just as I presumed
A whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop
Then never again
Will you see this in your life"


Shannon removes his coat and throws it over the top rope bouncing on the balls of his feet.

JH: Shannon has been quiet all this week, what’s he…

TM: Doing here! Get him out the match ref!

JH: Why?

TM: Alex has beaten him enough times! No more dammit!

All three men just look at one and another, each one knowing this is a huge chance for them all and they need to beat the other, Richard Kelly checks everyone is not holding anything illegal, he then calls for the bell, it sounds and the match is underway. Alex, Shannon and Chris all walk to the center of the ring cautiously as they stare at one and another still, the tension at boiling point between the three of them. Out of nowhere Chris and Shannon seem to just go all out at Alex, each forearm or kick, making him reel back into the ropes, he then tries to fight back, knocking Shannon off as he then arm drag‘s Chris over, but then is caught by a arm drag off Shannon, Alex slides out the ring though, avoiding the action for now.

TM: This a triple threat people, not two on one.

JH: Not there fault, they hate him.

Alex walks around the ring, trying to compose himself as Shannon and Chris come out the ring too, they follow Alex and starts beating on him, Shannon throws him in the ring as Chris climbs onto the apron, Alex punches him though, making him stagger as Alex then dropkick’s Chris onto Shannon. They both spill onto the floor, where they climb to there feet, both turning toward Alex who LEAPS over the ropes with a corkscrew plancha! Tasking all three men to the mats.

JH: Beautifully done!

TM: See you like him!

JH: He has talent, didn’t deny that.

Alex is up to his feet as he brings Chris up with him, booting Shannon down, he slides Chris into the ring as Richard Kelly just watches on, forgetting to count for ring out. Alex lift’s Chris to his feet and starts firing some forearm staking Chris back, well until he comes back and both men then starts firing forearms at each other each one looking stiffer and even stiffer. Until Chris kind of variants Alex over and into a arm lock, Alex scuffles for a second before flipping up and then rolling to get out of the hold. Alex then trips Chris over and goes for a STF, but Chris’s hands instantly hit the ropes, breaking Alex’s hopes, Alex then gets tripped up himself sending him down into a very tight headlock…

JH: Some beautiful mat wrestling here.

TM: Come on Alex kill him!

JH: Alex isn’t gonna kill him.

TM: Dammit!

Alex stays down on the canvas, trying to push Chris off, Shannon then comes out of nowhere and hooks a headlock on Chris, both wrench away as Alex’s left being dragged on the canvas, all three stand up though, the holds locked on though, until Alex drives some forearm‘s into Chris’s gut, he then lifts him up, Chris knowing he has to be offensive, lift’s Shannon up too and out of nowhere we see a chain reaction backdrop driver, the head of Shannon taking some major damage as Alex and Chris love also stay down, looking warn out already from the intense offence.

TM: DOUUBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLE BACKDROP!

JH: Amazing!

TM: Look at Alex’s strength, amazing really.

JH: Chris Love sacrificed himself!

TM: Pffft, Alex just made him so scared he suplexed Shannon anyways.

Alex is up first, stretching his arms as he then moves quickly to pick up Shannon, he then throws Shannon into the corner, making him stay there as he runs and delivers a vicious running forearm smash. Alex then runs to be caught by a kick to the guy and he’s then thrown into the ropes by Chris Love, Chris then drops to his stomach to make Alex jump, but Alex goes for a knee drop instead, BUT Chris moves himself, instead ticking a boot in the air, making Alex connect and reel into the ropes, which in turn makes the now top roped Shannon crotch himself.

TM: Crotched!

JH: Damn, that had to hurt.

TM: Yeah his brain is blatantly aching now.

Chris Love looks to Shannon and then runs, hopping up to the tope rope with ease, then with one swift action, throws Shannon down with a arm drag, Shannon comes crashing down to the canvas. Chris Love then moves in for the kill, hooking Shannon’s leg for the pin, Richard goes the count…

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…TWO…

…NO FUCKING WAY!
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Alex comes from the sky almost as he corkscrew’s down onto of the pair, breaking the pin as he rolls down holding his back.

TM: Alex saves himself in style.

JH: He’s showing off, he could of broke that with a stomp.

TM: Pffft, Mr. High-Spot baby!

Chris is first up, looking really frustrated as Shannon rolls out the ring getting out of dodge, Chris looks toward Alex, walking and firing a horribly stiff kick right into his spine, Alex yells out in agony. Chris then picks him up, taking him to the ropes, he then boots him sickly in the gut, making him drop to all fours, Chris then looks out toward Shannon who’s on the mats taking a breather, but slowly standing up…

JH: Chris, don’t be insane!

TM: DO IT! SUICIDE!

Chris then runs, using Alex to jump up and land on Shannon, BUT Shannon moves, causing Chris to grab the ropes and land on the apron, he then boots Shannon making Shannon back up into the ring barricade. Chris then looks toward Shannon, looking for a moonsault, but Alex stops him with a vicious forearm, making Chris dangling on the ropes, Alex then using his bravery as I call it, jumps up and connects with a hurricanrana, taking Chris off the apron to the mats!

JH: My god!

TM: HOLY…

But Chris doesn’t end there, using his brain’s he uses advantage and as he flips over catches Shannon and DRIVES Shannon over with a hurricanrana using Alex’s momentum as all three men crash to the mats, Alex getting to his feet though as he took not as much impact as the other’s.

JH: What agility!

TM: Hell yeah, only on TNT people!

JH: Chris is seriously coming back with a damn impact tonight.

TM: Alex too, Christ, Alex is the man!

Alex stands to his feet, looking down at the pair and picking up the closest being Chris Love, he then throws him in the ring and slides in the ring himself. Alex then picks Chris up and hooks him in a cutter position, he then smirks pointing towards the ropes, Alex runs holding Chris’s head and then using the middle rope flips over DRIVING Chris’s skull into the canvas with a sliced bread #2, he hooks Chris’s leg…

TM: Flipping hell!

JH: Flipping awesome actually!

TM: That was unique, could get him the pin too…

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…TWO…

…NO SHANNON BROKE IT UP!!
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Shannon comes in from the side, tumbling over the two men to break the pin and Alex’s pin attempt. Alex looks absolutely frustrated as he climbs to his feet, Shannon does too as they both starts driving forearm’s into each other’s face, a amazing flurry occurs as each blow takes a even harder contact, finally culminating in Shannon reeling Alex into the ropes on his return he gets elevated up and then driven into the canvas with a dropsault right to the chest, causing Alex to reel into the canvas hard.

JH: Shannon’s first offensive move all match!

TM: Good for him.

JH: Can he capitalize though.

TM: Doubt it!

Shannon then possum’s as Chris love climbs into the ring, looking still a bit dazed, he moves towards Hannon, but Shannon out of nowhere nips up, diving for a hurricanrana, but Chris catches him, using his upper strength to lift him back up and then DRIVES! Shannon down with a Powerbomb, Chris looking for a pin, but Alex comes out of nowhere with a flying skytwister face kick, knocking Chris down and Shannon out of the pinning predicament. Alex springs up to his feet though, grinning towards the fans before moving toward Chris and Shannon and flipping, corkscrewing into the air and landing a standing phoenix splash, Alex doesn’t pin though, he stands up mocking the fans by flexing.

TM: Amazing moves, god he’s awesome.

JH: Sheesh, blow his trumpet why don’t you.

TM: Your job, not mine.

JH: OI!

TM: It’s ok, secret’s out mate, Mark’s behind you infact!

As Jonathon looks out for his ass, the match in the ring seems to be heating up, Alex grabs Chris up to his feet, then throws him out of the ring, Chris lands with a huge thump on the mats. Alex then picks up Shannon, but is caught off guard as Alex is backhand blowed right in the gut, causing him to drop to a knee, Shannon then back s up a bit and then DRIVES his knee in Alex’s face with a shining wizard, he then scrambles for a cover…

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…TWO…

…NO!! KICKOUT!!!
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JH: Out of nowhere with that!

TM: Come on Alex!

Alex rolls over to his back, Shannon looking devastated by the kick out, he stands up arguing with there, problem is, Alex is too his feet, holding his cheek, not looking too happy at all. Shannon turns to be hit with a boot to gut, he then gets hoisted onto Alex’s shoulders, Alex then crosses Shannon’s leg’s before whipping him down and out with the Big Air Driver!

TM: B.A.D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

JH: COVER!

…Alex goes for a cover…

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…TWO
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TM: NO!

JH: CHRIS LOVE FROM NOWHERE!

Chris Love indeed soars through the fucking air! With a flying squirrel splash landing on Alex and Shannon, the impact almost crushing Alex as he falls down, letting Shannon roll onto him, Chris lays on both though as Richard makes the count!

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…TWO…

…THREE!!!
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TM: NO! CHRIS WON!

JH: Whoa! Debut back and he’s new cruiser number one contender!

TM: But Alex…

JH: LOST!

TM: GRRRRRRRR!

…Chris Love leaps up to the fans explosion of cheers, his arm being raised as Ateryu’s Demonology and Heartache plays over the PA system…

MA: YOUR WINNER! NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!… CHRIS LOVE!!!!!!!

…Chris makes his leave as Alex looks absolutely fuming, he stands up and just leaves the ring in a fit of rage, Shannon holds his ribs in agony as the camera cuts to the commentary desk.

JH: That's all the time we have tonight, ladies and gentleman. Chris Love is the new number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship! Join us Sunday night for Anarchy In The UK! Fighting Spirit Championship, Tag Team Titles, April Lynn vs. Remy Barteaux, Barbed Wire Tag Team Match, and the return of Double Jeopardy!

TM: You wouldn't dare miss it!

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